It shall be this one's duty to offer recipes and menus. These will be easy to follow, and tested to be good enough that a slave would allow his Master to serve it to Master's Guests and reflect only the best of his Master.
For far worse than Master's anger is Master's disappointment.

Clean
and cut up the cauliflower into small florets. Stir in 2 tbs of Olive
Oil, you want each to be shiny as you spread them on a foil lined
sheet for the oven. Sprinkle with kosher salt. Let roast for 25 to 30
minutes. Yes you want the edges to start to turn brown. That is not
burning, that is “caramelization” that makes this an unexpected
treat.

For
the minced Garlic, slave has said this before, but just in case You
were not paying attention and dreaming about something else, we will
go over it again. Rap the clove with the side of your knife. Don't
smash it. This loosens the skin. Then cut the ends off and cut it
lengthwise. If there is a line of green, take it out with point of
the knife, it will give your food a very bitter taste. Then go ahead
and mince it up. Since garlic cloves grow in different sizes, you
can't always go by the number of cloves you need. Instead look at
the end product: you need about 2 tbls of minced (cut up into tiny
pieces) garlic.

Meanwhile,
heat the olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Crumble
the sausage into the skillet and cook, breaking it up with a wooden
spoon and
stirring in the minced garlic. You want this to cook for at least 8
minutes. When that is done, mix in the shredded cheese. Reduce the
heat to keep warm.

Bring
a large pot of water to a boil. Add the pasta
and any salt if you prefer. Cook for about 4 minutes, Angel Hair
pasta cooks quickly!

Drain
the pasta and place on a platter.

Mix
the roasted cauliflower into the sausage cheese mixture and dish over
the top.

Garnish
with the chopped green onions.

Marsha
P. Johnson (June 27,
1944 – July 6, 1992)

Marsha
P. Johnson WAS probably the best known Drag Queen in New York City in
the 60's, 70's and 80's! Not only a top performer with a whole lot of
sass, she worked tirelessly for the homeless “fringe” of the gay
world: the street kids!

Together
with another “street saint” Sylvia Rivera, they formed Street
Transvestite Action Revolutionaries: (STAR).

She
was also the "mother" that everyone could go to and managed
S.T.A.R. House along with Sylvia. This was a shelter, some food, and
clothing to support the young homeless drag queens and trans women
living on the Lower East Side of New York City.

Her
biggest fight was with the “authorities”. Their constant demands
for “fees”, kick backs, and harassment. Marsha had to fight
things that in today's climate might be seen as “reasonable”:
things like occupantcy permits, basic plumbing codes, etc. She was
more focused on survival: a shelter from the cold and rain,
protection from the winds and the thugs (which often included police
officers) who would vent frustrations by “beating up a fag”. They
used city rules and codes: she was focused on keeping them alive!

A
judge once ask her what the “P” stood for, Her answer became her
trademark: “Pay it no mind!”.

While
celebrating her birthday on June 27th 1969, at the bar named “The
Stonewall Inn”, the place was raided! It was a Friday night, raids
were always done on a weekday night, (so the bar could recover
quickly for the weekend after paying off the police.)While these raids often
would ruin the lives of any who were arrested they became part of the
daily life.

Nobody
knew what caused the status quo to snap, but it did that night!
According to legend, Marsha lost her temper and yelled: “I Got My
Rights”! She threw the shotglass that was in her hand against the
mirror behind the bar.

(Remember
at that time you could not look at a same sex friend directly while
sitting at a bar – You had to look at them through the mirror
behind the bar. Otherwise if the police saw you, you would be
arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior!) They often used an
anti-masquerading law from the 1800's to target the transvestites.
According to codes, having a known homosexual on the premises created
a “dangerous condition” and the business had to be closed down
for the protection of the public. Liquor licenses could not be issued
to a bar for it was against the law to serve alcohol to a native
American Indian or a known homosexual. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Well
that became what was called the “Shotglass heard round the world”.
Just about the same time a drag king named Storme was glaring too
defiantly at one of the cops who was not going to take that
“attitude” so he hauled off and hit the little faggot! Well
Storme slugged him back, hard! Probably shocked the shit out of the
poor cop. Fags didn't know how to fight, they were too weak and not
“real men”.

According
to reports, pandemonium broke loose. A crowd began to gather outside:
what was going on? This was not supposed to be happening. As drag
queens were being shoved out the door, one of them called out to the
growing mass: “Do Something!”. They did! Taunts at first, then
pennies were thrown: “stupid coppers”.

Than
night and for the next six nights a war was waged! And LGBT's all
over New York pulled together: everywhere they started to became a
“people”, a “tribe” if you will. Anti-war protesters had run
from the police, civil rights protesters had run from the police.
This night the police ran from the lowest of the low! At one point
the officers had to barricade themselves in the bar and held the few
remaining patrons as hostages. According to detectives who were
there, the radio calls were quickly silenced. Their communications
were blocked. Police scanners were used by the TV news reporters to
find stories. New York City was not going to let this be splashed
across the evening news!

Outside
the crowd was growing exponentially! Such was the unleashed anger,
someone ripped a parking meter right out of the concrete! They
started to use that as a battering ram to get back into the bar and
free their friends.

Over
the next week the police got their revenge for being embarrassed like
that. Just about every gay bar in town was smashed up! The LGBT's in
turn burned every police car they could find. The whole time Mayor
Lindsey was holding a tight clamp down on all news reporting! This
was to ruin his chances to run for president. He was pissed! Most of
the fighters were bloody and bandaged: the millions of pieces of
broken glass in the streets looked like diamonds! Nothing was ever
the same!

Marsha
P. Johnson was an instant celebrity and used it to gather support and money for
her home for the homeless. While it is a stretch to call either her
or Sylvia Rivera any kind of “saint”, they both earned their
place in the hearts of thousands of the neediest, the lowest of the
low.

In
1992, after a pride march, the body of Marsha P Johnson was found
floating off of the West Village Piers. Police quickly called it a
suicide and only after a large public campaign agreed to investigate
it as a possible hate type crime. Marsha was unique, a true
individual that deserves to be remembered.

So
slave honors her and Sylvia with this unique dish. Marsha, we WILL
Pay it a Mind! We Still Love 'ya!

socialslave

To
satisfy and restore.

To
nourish, support and maintain.

To
gratify, spoil, comfort and please,

to
nurture, assist, and sustain

…..I
cook!

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